It really is.
SO.
Things are going well for me right now. I've been watching too much Kevin Smith, so my mind is slightly warped-forgive me if I tangent on all sorts of things, and start saying "sir" more than once a paragraph.
Steven and Lacey and Clint and Nathan all have jobs at the same place I work at, they just work a building away.
Which is fine. I think Steve and I being in the same building would be like Silence of the Lambs-but less cannibalism, and more euniching. Oh, trust me. Better he's far off.
Adam from work got fired, CRAZY. Although, today I kinda blew up at work. I yelled at Susan, my BOSS. I had a call, no one knew the right answer, NO ONE, and then things spiraled out when the information cost me precious time-and wrap up, and my stats were affected.
Susan came over and told me that I had to figure out how to work a random, extremely obscure day in my shift.
AND THEN. *sigh*
She actually accused me of faking, yes, FAKING my epilepsy so that I could get an ideal schedule.
I left work early. I should be coming back to a job, but it's debatable.
I wont even say all the things I could about the stupid, conniving, illiterate, retarded, ....*ahem....(peace....peace....peace)....supervisor. ugh.
Other than that....I've been really REALLY hostile towards Steven lately. Like alot. I dunno. I really think it's just the end...or close to it. I'm trying to enjoy what time I have left with the guy. I don't think he has any sort of clue. He doesn't understand that the occasional I love you and the random fondle a relationship does not make.
I want someone who isn't afraid to fight back. Who isn't afraid to just yell at me. I want someone who has a SEX DRIVE. Dear God.
I want someone that would like to do things for me like I would for him.
I think that at this point in the relationship, if someone wants something from the other, we immediately say no. Not because we don't want to do the THING, it's the idea of doing something for the other person. "Oh, you want me to grab you a towel...yeah...uh.huh.....FUCK YOU." *slam*
That's not really typical. Even when we're mad at each other, we grab the stupid towel. If anything as a white flag...erm...towel. Or just cuz arguing with Steve naked is just wierd. He seems vulnerable and funky. And soggy. It's wierd.
How are the room mates? Nathan is doing his thing, as usual. Marcus just got back from ....uh....some place that isn't Idaho, that's all I know. OUT THERE. The great abyss. The rest of the world outside of our gated, Neo-Nazi community. We don't have one any....no, I take that back. We have two still, but they are greatly ignored. Last time we paid attention to Richard Butler was when he ran for mayor of Hayden Lake, Idaho. My hometown, what what. And EVERY VOTING RESIDENT turned out to vote against. I think the votes were 540 to 30. Yeah. So it's not that huge of a community-but yeah. We try.
Is it sad that as I write this I'm listening to the Prince of Egypt soundtrack. Let my People Go.
WOW.
No, I'm not high. If I was, I wouldn't be typing. I'd be munching. I think I got a pyschic "high" vibe from Kevin Smith. Although the tire around the middle and the jean capris and creepy shoes....
nah. I have better taste.
I think.
What else....
Oh, we put the crib up.
After all that, it doesn't seem all that important. But I put it together with the help of Nathan and Ashley.
Yeah, I have more I could say, to be sure, sir, but I wont. I need to go to bed.
Gotta get up at Odark30.
I love you Streamers.
